Fat CATalog

Welcome to our Fat CATalog of adoptable cats and kittens. We hope you'll consider adopting from us.

To get the skinny on any Fat Cat listed below, click on their name or photo.

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Aiden

Aiden

Hi, my name is Aiden.  I was adopted by a family when I was a kitten and was returned to Fat Cat Rescue a few years later, so I'm looking for another home and a new someone to love me.
 
I have a beautiful grey mask on my adorable, round white face, and a grey spot on my pink nose.  I'm a BIG cat -- but very gentle and sweet.  I am shy when I'm around strangers, but with a little patience and kindness, I am a very loving companion and an A+ cuddler.  In fact, I love to cuddle with my foster mom every night (and nibble her hair just a little bit).  Sometimes, it can be hard to figure out what I'm thinking because I have big solemn eyes and I don't talk very much, but when I do, my meows are very high and soft like a kitten's.
 
I have such a gentle, easygoing temperament that when I meet people for the first time, I let them hold me and even clip my nails without making any fuss.  I will usually just bury my head in their arms – it just makes me feel safe.
 
I didn't expect to lose my first home, so it took me a while to re-acclimate and bounce back to my normal, loving self.  Now I'm ready to start a new life with a new family.

Will you take me home?

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Ella: My cat show pose

Ella

We were surrendered to a local shelter when we were about 6 weeks old.  We weren't very happy to be in the shelter -- we were scared and frightened and missed our mom --  and we hissed and spat at the shelter staff.  They decided we weren't "adoption candidates" and placed us on a "special needs list" -- in other words, if a rescue group didn't take us, we were goners.  Fortunately the Fat Cat people saw our photos and knew we'd settle down once we were out of the shelter and got lots of love and attention.

The best way you can tell me apart from my brothers and sister is that I have the smallest smidgen of white around my mouth.  I am very quiet, affectionate, and super cute.  When I was little, it took me a while to get used to people, but once I warm up to you, I will start purring right away when you pick me up.  I love playing with my brothers and sister.  There are two things in life that I think are just fascinating: a plastic cat toy with a spinning ball (I love catching the ball with my paws!) and looking out the window.  I hope I can find a forever home soon - will you adopt me?

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Emma: Let's face it I'm gorgeous

Emma

We were surrendered to a local shelter when we were about 6 weeks old.  We weren't very happy to be in the shelter -- we were scared and frightened and missed our mom --  and we hissed and spat at the shelter staff.  They decided we weren't "adoption candidates" and placed us on a "special needs list" -- in other words, if a rescue group didn't take us, we were goners.  Fortunately the Fat Cat people saw our photos and knew we'd settle down once we were out of the shelter and got lots of love and attention.

I stand out from the crowd.  My brothers and sister look very similar, but I am the only one with a beautiful white blaze.  I am the shyest one - it takes me a while to get used to people, but once I do, I start purring right away when you pick me up.  I am pretty clever in finding places to hide, especially in a closet.  I am definitely not a talker - "quiet" is my middle name.  I hope I can find someone who can appreciate my sense of serenity and overall cuteness.  Will you be the one to take me home?

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Imogene: I get the best bed

Imogene

My sisters and me were rescued from a local shelter.  Me and Irene still need a home.

I'm the beautiful tortoiseshell of the group.  I'm very talkative and really like people, though to be honest I'm getting kinda tired of going to adoption fairs every week and not having anybody pick me.  I just don't get it: I'm very sweet and smart and beautiful -- my coat is a gorgeous splatter print of black, brown and orange (did you know only female cats can be tortoiseshells?).  I'm also very curious, and am definitely a leader.  One of my neat attention-getting tricks is jumping on the window ledge so that I'm at eye level -- this way my foster mom can't miss me.  Irene and I like to visit our foster mom's laundry room, where we help her with the laundry by hiding in the pile of dirty clothes, sitting on the dryer and supervising her loading the clothes into the washer, jumping into the dryer (once it's opened) and sitting on the warm clothes, and knocking over the neat little piles of folded, clean clothes.  We know she appreciates the help.

Our latest foster mom and dad have this to say about me: "Imogene is darling. Under her tortoiseshell fur she is a complete love bug. She will sit on your lap anytime. She is also quite funny: sometimes she is rolling on the bed and might have one leg hanging off the bed. It's hard to describe her funny poses, but her antics make us smile.

Both Imogene and Irene are extremely well behaved. They play with each other and run all over the house; it fills the house with joy. They both have different ways of showing you that they love you. One will talk and meow it while other will just come sit next to you and place one paw on you. They are curious and smart, and will win anyone's heart  --  just like they did ours!"

Pick me!

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Irene: My opinion of adoption fairs

Irene

We were rescued from a local shelter when we were just 3 weeks old.  We're a funny looking group: super thin and long-legged, kinda like feline greyhounds.  Our foster mom kept trying to fatten us up by feeding us and feeding us and giving us worm medicine (thinking maybe we had worms and that's why we didn't gain weight).  She just didn't understand that we're naturally lean kittens.  I think she wishes she was thin like us. Not a chance.

I'm the beautiful tabby of the group.  I love to explore: I make a bee-line for the closet as soon as that door is open, cuzz that's where the bag of kitten food is kept, and if I'm real quick I can tip the bag over and nibble a few bits before my foster mom says "not again".  That must mean she's proud of me, I just know it.  My other trick is to dash into the kitchen for a quick reconnaissance when I've got a chance; then my foster mom picks me up and snuggles me and tells me not to do that -- she's a softie.  After all that exploring, I need a nap, and like to curl up with Imogene or Cissy.

My latest foster mom and dad have this to say about me: "Irene is extremely active and playful. She is one of the fastest kitties we have ever seen, and is ready to play anytime -- day or night. If you have a mouse toy, she is so quick, she grab's it in a giffy. She is independent and mature for her age: she will sit on a chair, on her cozy pillow such that you are in her full view and she can watch you and meow from time to time. When we wake up in the morning, she greets us with a meow. She comes to greet us at the door when we come home from work.

Both Imogene and Irene are extremely well behaved. They play with each other and run all over the house; it fills the house with joy. They both have different ways of showing you that they love you. One will talk and meow it while other will just come sit next to you and place one paw on you. They are curious and smart, and will win anyone's heart  --  just like they did ours!"

Pick me!

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John Mark

John Mark

I was named in honor of John and Mark, two firemen who rescued my brother from a storm drain. John and Mark were big guys, and they spent alot of time down in the big pipes trying to figure out where my brother Shannon was, and trying to coax him along (he wouldn't have any of it). Boy were they brave! They're my heroes! Shannon was named after the captain, a lady named Shannon.

We were adopted by a young couple as kittens, and they returned us to Fat Cat Rescue after 8 YEARS.  Yup, you got that right.  Our family (which included 3 young children by this time) was moving to Iowa, and they didn't want the trouble of taking us with them.  The Fat Cat people gladly took us back and cared for us and loved us.  It took us months to adjust to being in a new home -- especially me.  I was grumpy and growly and really hated being away from my family.  But Shannon and I are doing great now.

My brother and I recently went to the vet's for a checkup, and I'm healthy.  Shannon has a heart murmur.  We are brother and pals, and it would be great if we could go to a home together.  We realize that may not be possible, and we need to be flexible.  Anyway, I'm a little shy, and I don't like having my toenails clipped.  Other than that I don't have any vices.  Except maybe food.  I love to eat and the doctor suggested I lose some weight.

Pick me!

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Louie

Louie

Meow! My name is Louie! My brothers and sister and me and my mom were taken to a shelter when we kids were just 2 weeks old. The Fat Cat people saw our photos and rescued us and found us a loving foster home.

I grew up in a busy foster home with my three siblings and my foster mom’s three resident cats and several humans.  The Fat Cat people have been very impressed with my foster family, because all of the kittens they foster turn out to be amazingly sweet.

I'm very high energy, and LOVE to explore high places -- like the tops of bookcases, filing cabinets, refrigerators -- you get the idea.  My next favorite thing next to exploring is being around people.  I'm OK with being smooched, but I really like to sit close to you while you read or work on the computer, so that you can pet me and tell me how wonderful and handsome I am.  And I like to play too!  Any toy is great!  I'm not real good with other cats -- sometimes they misinterpret my energy as aggression and growl and hiss at me! -- so I'd probably do best in a home as the only cat.

Pick me!

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Nellie

Nellie

Hi! My name is Nellie, and the Fat Cat people rescued me from downtown Los Altos when I was a tiny kitten.  I was adopted by a couple, but they lost their home and surrendered me to a local shelter.  Fortunately I was microchipped, and the shelter staff traced the chip to the Fat Cat people, who quickly came to the shelter and took me home.

I was a bit traumatized by all that, and so need a quiet home.  I'm very sensitive and affectionate and sweet, and will gladly talk to you when you call my name or talk to me.  I'm very gentle, too.  I'm not too good with other cats -- I'm afraid of them, and run away from them, because I think they may hurt me.

I've got very long, beautiful fur, so hopefully you're not allergic.  I could be Maine Coon!

Pick me!

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Scout

Scout

I was found wandering a large apartment complex.  Somebody had moved and left me behind, and I was real hungry and started to meow alot, cuzz I though if I did that then someone might notice me.  My tactic worked, and a nice lady heard my meows and felt sorry for me and started to feed me.  She contacted the Fat Cat people, who came over and got me and took me home.  They couldn't believe I was so sweet and tame and gentle.

I'm quite handsome, with my tabby stripes, and long, lanky legs (I've always been kinda skinny).  I love to be held, and start purring as soon as you touch me, and like to make alot of eye contact. I'd do best in a quiet home, one without young children or dogs, where someone could give me lots of love.

Pick me!

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Shannon

Shannon

Now I know you've probably heard some hard-luck stories, but you won't believe my story. I was rescued from a storm drain when I was a kitten! Yup! You see, I was minding my own business and all of a sudden WHOOSH! I fell down a storm drain alongside a street. Lucky for me there wasn't any water in there. Anyway, I cried and cried and some people heard me and called the Fat Cat people, who called the fire department and lo and behold they arrived in their big white truck. The firemen were named John and Mark, and their captain was a lady named Shannon. Captain Shannon got into the drain and pulled me out. I was named in her honor, because she plucked me from the drain and saved my life. My brother, John Mark, was named in honor of John and Mark.

We were adopted by a young couple as kittens, and they returned us to Fat Cat Rescue after 8 YEARS.  Yup, you got that right.  Our family (which included 3 young children by this time) was moving to Iowa, and they didn't want the trouble of taking us with them.  The Fat Cat people gladly took us back and cared for us and loved us.  It took us months to adjust to being in a new home.  But me and John Mark are doing great now.

John Mark and I recently went to the vet's for a check up, and found out that I have a heart murmur.  The doctor doesn't know if will get worse or not, and I don't have any problems now, and besides, there isn't anything they can do about it anyway.  Whoever adopts me will just have to love me the way I am.  The Fat Cat people are convinced it's because I have such a big heart and am such a sweetheart!

Pick me!

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Socks: Showing off my whiskers!

Socks

I am a bit of a character, if I say so myself! A have a purr like an outboard motor and I love to chase strings, belts, fuzzy mice, anything that wiggles! I wrestle with my buddies Yo Yo and Brett, although they are not always as enthusiastic about it as I am. I love to sleep on my back in poses just made for Facebook.

I had a bit of a rough start. My mom and sibs were taken to a shelter. Our future looked kinda bleak until a kind lady rescued us. She noticed I was having a bit of trouble in the litter box. Turns out my mom had been a bit too enthusiastic helping me "down there" when I was real small and some scar tissue had formed making it hard for me to poop. The Fat Cat people found a surgeon who sorted me out and I'm doing great in that department now.

I'm your next BFF!

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Vicky

Vicky

My siblings and me were picked up as babies from a large apartment complex in Sunnyvale.  Our mom had given birth to several litters over the years at the complex, and had developed quite a reputation among the residents.  The Fat Cat people offered to help get the cats fixed and find the kittens homes, and that is how we came to be Fat Cats, er Kittens.

Did you know that one litter of kittens can have multiple fathers?  It's true, and helps explain why all four of us look completely different (and confirms that our mom was a party girl).

I'm the runt of the litter. I'm the smallest and the most delicate.  All of my siblings have been adopted except ME!  I find that quite astonishing, since I'm the most beautiful, and have the most amazing whiskers you've ever seen.  I love to play chase with Daisy, who is my new best friend, since all her siblings were adopted and she's all alone now too.  I'm always the first to investigate a new cat toy.

Pick me!

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